Put a barrel to my head and I'll be on the ground
I'll be safe and sound
Maybe I've overthought, I'm probably just bored
I've given up on giving up
Wash over these thoughts of mine
I don't feel right anymore
Don't move, stay real still
No longer will I feel ill, what's next no one knows
Just another door for me to close
I'll lie on the floor open and exposed
Wash over these thoughts of mine
I don't feel right anymore